Fresh Pillow (Kyrielle Sonnet)

At night I lay my soul to sleep, Closing my eyes there is no peep, This soft bed is just so mellow, My head rests on this fresh pillow. Forgetting the stress of the day I am in bed without delay. Soul at ease— the mind must follow, My head rests on this fresh pillow. Satin sheets over my shoulder, Keep me warm—not getting colder. Fantasy dreams I now billow, My head rests on this fresh pillow. At night I lay my soul to sleep, My head rests on this fresh pillow.